Monday, August 26, 2013

Birds of a Feather

When we lived outside of Seattle, we had these huge trees in our backyard.  One of them housed an owl and I loved listening to it hoot at night.  We also had a woodpecker and I loved it too because it sounded EXACTLY like woody woodpecker.  Without the laughing, cause that would have been just weird.  Anyway I loved listening to the rat-a-tat-tat, until the day it decided to peck on our chimney sending horrendously loud echo-ey metalic-ey rat-a-tat-tats all through the house until I went outside and threw a basketball at it.  Oh fine, call the Audubon Society, whatever.  If that fucker had woken up the babies, I'd have thrown more than a basketball.  I'd have thrown bird shot or a cat.

Then we moved outside of Phoenix and I missed my owl and woodpecker until all these new birds came down for the winter.  Storks, herons, ibises, egrets...  All these awesome water birds frolicking in our man made lakes and fountains and waterfalls.  I guess the chlorine didn't bother them. Or it did but we won't find out for a few more decades.

Then we moved to Northern California and more cool birds!  Eagles, falcons, quail, stupid doves that manage to breed too much, and turkeys.  Wild turkeys.  Roaming the suburbs in turkey packs, rooting in lawns and scaring dogs. We've been here almost 3 years and we will still run to the window to watch them.  They're so funny looking.  And they're big. That huge butterball in the supermarket? That was once walking around, stopping traffic.  And they do stop traffic.  You can always tell a newcomer because they'll honk at them.   I did too.  But honking at a turkey does nothing.  It  will turn towards you and do it's best Robert De Niro, "You talkin' to me?  You talkin' to ME??" And it knows you're not going to hit it because you'd be picking turkey bits out of your grill for a month.  Who needs that hassle?   So you drive around it.  That's right, you drive around the bird.  Bet you've never done that.  Unless you live on an ostrich farm.

If you don't believe dinosaurs evolved into birds, you've never seen the turkeys running through the long grass.



They're tiny little velociraptors.  It's a miniaturized Lost World, looking for a little tiny Jeff Goldblum.
And when the big one is staring at you through the kitchen window, you can tell she's working things out.  Respect the birds, people.  I'm convinced they'll be ruling the world one day.  After the robot are through with it. 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

PSA

So we went to the Mariners game last night.  In Oakland.  Mariner's won -- woot woot!

Before the game started there was the typical round of announcements:  highlights from past games, little joey smith's birthday, section 209 won tacos, the boy scouts are here, support your oakland a's... blah blah blah

Then there were 12 minutes of evacuation procedures in the event of an emergency.  Section by section.  How to proceed out of the stadium in a calm and orderly fashion.  The terrorists have won.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

It's like Slug-Bug, only Different

So John and I invented this game called "Douche Bag" and I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this.....

It started when we were in Santa Cruz one weekend this summer.  Now don't get me wrong, Santa Cruz is a great town, when you get off the boardwalk.  But the boys loooove the boardwalk. The rides, the carnival food, the games with cheap breakable prizes AND there's a beach.  What could be better?

You know what else is there?  Dudes in cut-off tank tops, dudes in Ed Hardy shirts, dudes with popped collars, dudes wearing socks and shoes in the sand, dudes who are one corn dog away from a coronary eating corn dogs...shall I continue?  And they're all loud because naturally we all want to hear what the most interesting man in the world is talking about two blocks away.  And I'm not talking about the kids.  If you're under the age of 30, you're gonna dress and act like an idiot.  We did, they do, and the next generation will.  It's a rite of passage, just embrace it.  I'm talking about all the dudes over the age of 40 who should know better.  Hang up the phone, douche bag, you're not that important.

It was reminiscence of the first time John and I went to Olive Garden.  It was probably 1999. As I was perusing the menu, John was looking around the room.  After a few minutes he leaned over and said, "I think we're the best people here."

Go to Santa Cruz, you'll be the best person there.  With your unwashed hair and mustard stained shirt, sunburned husband and kids screaming to play mini-golf; you will be the best. person. there.

Anyway, this week was middle school registration.  It was hot and we were standing 30 deep in line, in the sun.  And some short dude, with spiked blond hair and a pink shirt was expounding on his kid's karate* and I punched Sam in the shoulder and said "Dou...."
Sam: "oooowwwww"
Me: "uuhh"
Sam: "what was that for"
Me: "uuh, nothing, sorry"
Sam: "jeez"

(*I don't have a problem with any of these things unless you roll them all together and marinate them in douche bag for 45 years. Then we got problems.)

Tonight we're going to the Oakland A's game.  Better bring shoulder pads.


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Global Robopocalypse

So on our trip we had this GPS system to help us get around in our rental car.  We also had the map functions on our phones and the ability to read signs yet we still managed to get lost way more often they we should have.  Go figure.   But the GPS system was quite useful.  The toughest part was deciding which voice to use.  The man (American Joe or whatever the hell he was called) sounded way too mechanical and creepy.  "Shall we play a game?"  The first female voice (Marlena Bland, I'm guessing here) was weird so we decided on the second, who I dubbed Satellite Sally.  I thought it was funny.  Tom thought it was mean.  Should have listened to Tom.

So the GPS worked great but it didn't know about all the freeway closures.

Sally: Take the first right onto the A17
Me: The A17 is closed
John: <tapping GPS buttons while driving>
Sally: Take the first right onto the A17
Me: It's closed
John: <tap><tap><tap><tap>
Sally: Take the first right onto the A17
John: Get the phone
Me: It thinks we're in California, just a second.
Sally: Get in right lane and take the next exit towards the A17
Me: Jesus, Sally, enough with the A17
John: What does the phone say?
Me: You have twelve new messages
John: Jennifer!
Me: Ummm....there's a blue dot on Europe
Sally: Take the A83 towards the A17
Me:  Can we shut her up?

She also didn't know about all the little one-way streets in the little towns.

Sally:  Take the first left
John: Shit, it's one way
Sally:  Take the first left
Me: Just go straight and take the next left
John: <turns right>

At least the "Recalculating" response was disabled.

So on the last day as we were driving back to the airport, we missed the freeway entrance and ended up on a side street.  Sally started trying to get us turned around when Sam said, "She sounds really serious today."  Then Tom added, "Um, yeah."  That was a worrisome statement because, well, she's a machine.  It was even more worrisome because for the last 20 minutes, I'd been thinking, "Man, Sally's pissed off."  but I figured it was just my imagination.  Apparently not.  After a week of wrong turns, blatant disregard for her directions and making fun of her french accent, we were at the mercy of an angry GPS system who may or may not be in communication with our plane.  Me, "Well, it's been a long trip for everyone.  Let's just give Ms. Sally a break."  I threw in the "Ms" as a kiss-up to get us through the first round of exterminations.  Worth a shot.


Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The best signs in France

Restaurant in Paris.  Really


Well, that's not how I'd pronounce it


Wine and Terror?  What?


Leads to
Angers leads to
Suffren leads to the Dark Side


And it kills me that I wasn't quick enough to get a shot of :

"L'Instant Pain"   (When you just don't have time to wait)
"Seduction Canine"  (pretty sure this was for dogs, not teeth)
and the very best....
"Le Butte es Gros"  

Me and the 11 year old boys:  "heeheeheeheehee"
John: "that means big"
Me:  "that's still funny"


Monday, August 12, 2013

Last Day in France

Back at the airport, heading home.   If I were Charles de Gaule, I'd be pissed that they named this mess after me.

At the pre-screening spot, the guy starts asking questions in a completely indecipherable drone.  Is it French?  Is it English?  John speaks both and can't figure it out.  I think it could be Mandarin.  The guy keeps looking at me and mumbling shit.  "Huh? Did I what??" John travels all the time and he's starting to look nervous.  Not a good sign.  Sam, "Are we in trouble?"  Me, "Quite possibly now shhh." Another question.  John: "Uh, yes?"  Me:  "Did we just sign up for Amway?"  As we weave our way over to the baggage check-in, I look back over and the dude is totally laughing!  Bastard was fucking with us!

At the baggage check-in counter, the lady starts asking us the same questions.  John: "We just went through this with him."  And we're both fairly certain we had.  John: "Look, he put stickers on our passports."  Turns out they're Hello Kitty stickers.  Not really but it wouldn't have surprised me.  Then her machine runs out of tape.  She has to climb over to our side of the counter to replace it.  Who designed that?  And the metal door keeps swinging back and hitting her in the arm.  So I step over our bags and hold the door for her because that would drive me all kinds of shades of crazy to be over on this side of the counter, trying to replace the roll and the fucking door won't stay open and Pierre's over there on his little stool laughing at me.  aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!  "Someone's going to Emergency, someone's going to jail." Anyway, she gets back to her side of the counter and puts two priority stickers on my bag.  Then 26 hours later, it's the very first bag off the conveyor belt!  Pay it Forward, Bitches!!

Next stop security-security.  "Have your bags been out of your sight at anytime?"  Fucking hell, again??




Day 12 in France

My Feet:  Stop walking.

Me:  "Oh, look at the cute little..."

My Feet:  Stop walking now.

Me:  "Just a couple of blocks down here...."

My Feet:  Stop walking now or I will take you down, bitch.

Me:  "Oh, a cafe, let's have a drink."

My Feet:   That's my girl.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Day 11 in France

The worst part about traveling?

My inane desire to start collecting thimbles.

Tom: "What's a thimble?"
Me: "Exactly"

Oh, look this one's pewter!

Day 10 in France


Select the correct photo caption:

A. Why is France so bright?
B.  I want to go home.
C.  Why are none of the French or Canadians hungover?
D.  <whimper> <whimper> <whimper> <sob>
E.  All of the above.

Day 9 in France

Today we're going to Saint Nazaire to see......something old.  It's a blur at this point.

But first we have to stand in the driveway for 20 minutes trying to get 14 people into two cars.  In France.  How does that math work?  Pretty sure we're on the entirely wrong continent for that.

Unless someone is willing to pull a Chevy Chase and strap Aunt Edna to the roof.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Day 8 in France

Weirdest bathroom mural in the world. Period.

Didn't photograph all of them but this should give you an idea.....



This dude was on the ceiling.




Day 7 in France

Reached the coast.

Have been bitten by every mosquito in country.

Two on my leg, one on my arm, one on my chest and FIVE on my face that look like huge zits.

Mosquitos are fuckers.


Day 6 in France

What happens when you put unleaded gas in a diesel car?

Push

Hmmm....

Fabio Rocks!

Friday, August 2, 2013

Day 5 in France

Back to airport to pick up rental car
Tres bien. Car will be ready in 30 minutes, monsieur! So we grab  a soda to kill 30 mins then head up to rental floor

49 mins later    Surrounded by 37 cars but none of them are ours. Ours is coming.  Apparently from Germany.   Customer Service agent is sitting in one of the rentals doing the suduko and actively ignoring us.  And is rather put out when we ask for assistance.  Sam is sitting on the ground doing his best Steve McQueen imitation bouncing a rock off the wall. I'm silently wishing it takes a bad bounce off the BMW next to him. Two other couples have come, wandered around the cars and left. Dude doesn't move.  Car finally arrives. We drive  3 meters and are stuck behind the exit gate. Dude #2 can't get the gate lifted.  Viva la France.

Day 4 in France

Shopkeeper:  Bon Jour

Me:  Bon Jour.  Coment se va?

Shopkeeper:  french french french french french

Me:  Yeah... that was really all I had.  (big smile)

Day 3 in France

Our Ratatouille Moment on the Metro

John; Look, theres a mouse on the opposite platform!

Me; Are you sure its a mouse?

John; What else could it be?

Me; A cockroach

John; You think theres a cockroach that b....

pause

John; I'm pretty sure its a mouse.  Lets go with mouse.

FYI; keyboards in France are not the same as keyboards in the US.  who knew?